It's suicide to give up on love. How could you make a decision like that. You've been hurt before? Okay, fine. But you've also settled for less than you're worth time and again, have you not? You've tried to charm snakes into princes. And I love your foolish heart for that... but we don't always get what we wish for just for wishing it.
...And now you say you're finished with men; but you use that title, 'men', far too liberally. You're used to romances where you find yourself taken advantage of and abused and neglected, but NO REAL MAN BEHAVES THAT WAY! Yet, here you are, ready to leave it all behind, 'switching sides' and such. While I stand here before you, my arms open wide, just dying to be your healer; to be your first 'man' and to be the last 'man' you'll ever need. You're not being fair to me...
So, maybe your thing is that, in some capacity, you're missing some father figure in your life. Maybe he walked out on you; maybe he's passed on to eternity; maybe he wasn't the father he should've been or was abusive to you. So you do the natural thing and react--- you hate to be alone, bouncing from relationship to relationship in search of that male acceptance. Or maybe, after so many ordeals, you go to the opposite extreme and shy away from men totally, fearing that male presence. Believing us all to be counterfeits cut from the same mold. Listening only to your experiences--- or maybe your mother's. Maybe your homegirls'...
...And now you say you're finished with men; but you use that title, 'men', far too liberally. You're used to romances where you find yourself taken advantage of and abused and neglected, but NO REAL MAN BEHAVES THAT WAY! Yet, here you are, ready to leave it all behind, 'switching sides' and such. While I stand here before you, my arms open wide, just dying to be your healer; to be your first 'man' and to be the last 'man' you'll ever need. You're not being fair to me...
So, maybe your thing is that, in some capacity, you're missing some father figure in your life. Maybe he walked out on you; maybe he's passed on to eternity; maybe he wasn't the father he should've been or was abusive to you. So you do the natural thing and react--- you hate to be alone, bouncing from relationship to relationship in search of that male acceptance. Or maybe, after so many ordeals, you go to the opposite extreme and shy away from men totally, fearing that male presence. Believing us all to be counterfeits cut from the same mold. Listening only to your experiences--- or maybe your mother's. Maybe your homegirls'...
I understand all of that.
Now I want you to understand something else: you think you have no father to rely on, when the truth is, you only have a Father that you've never met. I know Him, and he's a Father that the two of us can share. I could introduce you; I know He would love to have you, too. There's a higher standard at work here; a greater love than all the loves you've known to this point. And, while I'm certainly not perfect, I'm determined to show you as much of that perfect love as I can. I'm not listening to my friends, or to this society, or to my feelings, or even to my own earthly dad... I'm listening to that Father of all fathers. And He's telling me how to love you just right. What's left to fear...
Life is short, and I'm tired of myself; I want someone else to care about. Can you understand that? I want to care for you. I would like it very much. I want to nurture you out of this misery that you're so familiar with. This is no way for you to live. It's choking you from your potential. If I could only remove you from this place, where you're so deeply rooted, and put you into the garden of my heart, you'd be my only and my favorite flower. And any need you have, bring it to me, and I will attend it. More than a gardener ever could; I would be the weather itself to you. If you thirsted, I would rain on you. If you needed warmth, I would shine my light on you with the greatest gentleness. And in my coldest winters or hottest summers, I would turn my whole world on its axis just to hide the seasons from you!
Now I want you to understand something else: you think you have no father to rely on, when the truth is, you only have a Father that you've never met. I know Him, and he's a Father that the two of us can share. I could introduce you; I know He would love to have you, too. There's a higher standard at work here; a greater love than all the loves you've known to this point. And, while I'm certainly not perfect, I'm determined to show you as much of that perfect love as I can. I'm not listening to my friends, or to this society, or to my feelings, or even to my own earthly dad... I'm listening to that Father of all fathers. And He's telling me how to love you just right. What's left to fear...
Life is short, and I'm tired of myself; I want someone else to care about. Can you understand that? I want to care for you. I would like it very much. I want to nurture you out of this misery that you're so familiar with. This is no way for you to live. It's choking you from your potential. If I could only remove you from this place, where you're so deeply rooted, and put you into the garden of my heart, you'd be my only and my favorite flower. And any need you have, bring it to me, and I will attend it. More than a gardener ever could; I would be the weather itself to you. If you thirsted, I would rain on you. If you needed warmth, I would shine my light on you with the greatest gentleness. And in my coldest winters or hottest summers, I would turn my whole world on its axis just to hide the seasons from you!
I wonder... can you find it in your heart to believe me? And even so, would you ever risk losing control with me? Because I know how much control means to you; you clutch it so tightly, hellbent to never leave your feelings in the hands of another again. Nevertheless, could I convince you to surrender just one more time... for someone whose hands are washed in the love and anointing you really need?
I just wanted to let you know--- when you've had enough of the aimless searching; when you've done enough questioning and you're finally ready for real answers--- there's a place for you.
Sincerely,
Yours
I just wanted to let you know--- when you've had enough of the aimless searching; when you've done enough questioning and you're finally ready for real answers--- there's a place for you.
Sincerely,
Yours
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